Draco kept his eyes on the carpet as he usually did before these meetings. It had an ugly orange and purple pattern to it that would easily disguise vomit, and Draco suspected that was the exact reason it had been chosen. Mr. Dumbledore came into the teacher's lounge where the students were waiting and patted Draco on the back. "Ready?"
"Ready for what?" Draco mumbled under his breath so that the elderly professor would not hear him and respond again.
Mr. Dumbledore saw down in the wooden chair that he always claimed as his own. "I hear we have a new member joining us today, Draco."
"Who?" This time Draco was loud enough for Dumbledore to hear him.
"A Miss Granger, I think, and she said she was bringing someone else, too."
The Patil sisters came into the room and sat down on the corner couch where they liked to listen to the meetings goings-on without adding their own commentary. "Who?"
"Can't remember…Oh, well, we'll find out soon enough?"
"Do they know what they're getting themselves into?" Draco asked as the horde of hippies came into the room, all wearing rainbow colors and hugging each other as they moved like butterflies—quick and all over the place.
"What do you mean?"
Draco raised his eyebrows and sighed pointedly as the hippies spread themselves out on the puke carpet.
"I am sure that Miss Granger and her friend will make the best of it. Oh, there they are now!"
Draco glared at the hippies some more.
"Hi, Draco."
"Hi, Hermione."
"Hi, Draco."
"Hi, H-harry?"
Draco hadn't thought about how few people would be at school a half hour early, and now he shifted from foot to foot waiting for someone to show up so he could unload some of his ALLY buttons. The security guard kept looking up at him from his Playboy magazine, but only replied with a rough grunt and a glare when Draco offered him a button. The Patil sisters showed up 20 minutes before class started, when people were finally starting to straggle in with their donuts and butter beers in hand. About half of them took buttons, and of that half, 99% percent of them just threw them in their bags while the 1%/Hermione actually put it on their shirts. Behind Hermione, Harry looked at Draco with his head tilted towards the ground.
"Harry, do you want a button?" Draco mumbled. Why wouldn't Harry look at him? The carpeting in this school barely deserves to be drawn on by a baby and Harry kept up his looking-at-the-floor ruse.
"No, uh, thanks." He scrambled away after Hermione before he could even register the hurt look on Draco's face at his dismissal of the offer. The blond dropped all of the remaining buttons on a nearby table and sprinted away like a leprechaun leaving the end of the rainbow.
"Draco? Draco? Where are you? Dumbledore won't start class without you. C'mon. Why are you hiding?" Harry kicked open each bathroom stall door until he nearly missed hitting Draco as he opened the last one with a "and I missed you." The blond looked up from having been staring that the floor even though the tiles had been a nice break from the monotonous, throw-up carpet.
"Why didn't you take a button today?" Draco asked through his sobs.
Harry groaned. "Is that what this is about?"
The teary blond nodded and accepted the other boy's outstretched hand.
"Come with me."
Draco wiped his nose on his designer sleeve and jogged after Harry as he led them into an enclosed garden that was only used by seniors on their lunch break hoping to get away from it all. Harry turned around and took both of Draco's silky hands in his. "Do you want to know why I didn't take a button today?"
Draco let his hands go limp. "If you don't want to broadcast to the whole school that you support people's basic civil rights, that's fine with me," he muttered under his breath."
Sighing, Harry continued, "I didn't take a button because I don't consider myself an ALLY because I'm gay."
Then suddenly it was if the heavens had opened and the sun was shining more brilliantly than before and birds were singing and Merlin himself was dancing to swing music because all of Draco's teenage dreams had come true, and he finally knew what Katy Perry was talking about. He hugged Harry tightlty to his chest and nestled his head into his neck before coming to his senses.
"Whoa, oh my Merlin, I am so sorry, Harry. That was totally uncalled for on my part. I'll just leave now."
But Harry just whispered, "No, stay," and kissed Draco.